The Wistful Dinner

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The mud on your boots is dried and cracked, a map of the road you have walked for three days. You stand before the heavy oak doors of the Manor, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and woodsmoke. You are a soldier, or what is left of one. Your armor is dented, your face a mask of exhaustion and dirt. You do not knock. You wait. The iron handle is cold against your palm. You are here to...

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